Okay, i lied about when i'd update next, sue me! Haha, really though, I'm sorry. Yeah, school's been super easy, but on top of that, i was asked to babysit for my neighbors almost everyday after school, which isn't so bad. They're huge Big Time Rush fans, so all we did was watch Nickelodeon, play the BTR album on my iPod, played Barbie, and all that while getting paid. Not bad rite? Ooh, and I just got a job at a local pizzeria, so i'm working Friday night shifts there now. Otherwise, i bet this would have been up last night, but it wasn't and i'm sorry.
Buuutt, this chapter is nearly 6000 words (minus the story preview down below), and i think it was worth the wait. Hopefully you like it :D
And...
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So, here's a preview of Chapter 3 from surgergal23's "Bittersweet" for you to enjoy, and then you're on to reading! :D
I sat in front of the TV in me and Jo's—my house. The bottle of beer in my hand feebly tried to aid me in my efforts to numb everything out of my life, but it wasn't working.
It had been two days since the accident. Two days I'd been a father. Two days I'd been a widower. Two days I had lost the light of my life.
Two days.
My mother was already en route to Minnesota, cutting her business trip in Europe short. She had been calling me non-stop, along with Katie. I hadn't been responding much. What was I supposed to say to them? That I was a wreck, and that I couldn't handle raising my own child? What would that do?
I hadn't talked to any of my best friends since a little before the accident, besides Logan of course, but I knew they were en route to be by my side as well. The funeral was in two days, the wake tomorrow. I didn't know how I was going to get through the next two days, but I thanked God that I would have some support from my family, and best friends.
My mom planned on staying with me for a short while as I got back on my feet. I was going to have to quit my job as New Town High's head hockey coach, and while I certainly didn't need the money, I didn't know what else I was going to do with my life. I guess I would spend the rest of it making it up to my motherless kid.
I figured I would just end up sitting here every day, with a beer in my hand, watching TV, thinking about how I ruined my life, my daughter's life—and ended my wife's. Three lives in one twenty second interval. Great job, Knight.
I directed my eyes to the pink room just down the hall, in which the beautiful sunlight was flowing through. Taylor had been sleeping soundly all night, while I had been drinking all night. I had gotten home from the hospital around twelve last night, my baby girl in hand. Logan had begged me to stay with him and Camille for the night, but I had to get home. The quicker I got there, the faster the heartache would come and topple me over, the faster it would pass.
I got up from the couch, placing my beer on the coffee table; not bothering to use a coaster like Jo would've made me. I sighed and swept the bangs out of my eyes as I made my way to the pink room, with white carpet. We knew we were getting a girl.
So tragic, isn't it. Go check the rest of the story out to see what happens next. Now onto Chapter 14!
Disclaimer: Most (if not, all) of the characters mentioned in this story belong to Scott Fellows and Nickelodeon. All songs I mention belong to their rightful owners. All title rights go to ABC Family. I only own NJU and Jack's Diner.
I awoke to noises the next morning. It sounded like a door opening and closing, the person doing those actions trying to be quiet, but I didn't open my eyes to see who said person was. I felt myself snuggle deeper into the mattress, a soft groan escaping my lips. I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep right now. I mean, how early was it right now? Well, it's Sunday, meaning I'm leaving Kendall and everyone else later today, so I'd have to get up eventually. Do I have to, though?
Last night was great, amazing even. Kendall later played the rest of the song for me, and we even started writing a new one. It wasn't much, just a tune and a small set of words to go along with it. After that, we decided to take a break from the songwriting for a while. We relaxed on his bed and put on the TV, but we barely paid attention to it. We did the same thing as last night – talk, hang out, kiss a few times, but nothing more. As he said he would, Kendall didn't pressure me, and I loved that.
Wait a second, last night… I don't remember going back to my room. And why was I under the covers exactly? Wait, did we- no I still have my clothes on, Thank God! Guess I slept over last nigt?
My eyes shot open, realizing I indeed never went back into my room last night. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light, even though it wasn't that bright. Really, the lights were off and the curtains were peeled open, allowing wintery sunshine to enter the room. Kendall took notice now that I was awake, wearing a black zip-up hoodie, white band t-shirt, jeans, and Vans. His hair slightly damp, my guess would be from a shower, and was hanging over his eyes. He smiled and stepped over, his hands holding what looked like, no way, was that coffee he was carrying? Yes!
"Hey, sleepyhead," he said, leaning forward to kiss the top of my head.
I smiled a small smile and sat up, peeling the comforter off my body. "Hey," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Did I spend the whole night here?" I asked, then mentally kicked myself. Well duh! Of course I spent the night here.
"Yeah, I didn't really have the heart to wake you," he said, still smiling as he set the two coffee cups on the nightstand near us. Awww, how much sweeter can he get? I ducked my head to hide the slight blush that was creeping up on my fair skin.
"I didn't like, put you out or make you sleep on the floor or anything, right?" I asked, feeling embarrassed.
He quickly shook his head. "No, never," he answered, taking a seat next to me on the bed. "I think we both fell asleep actually in the middle of that one Family Guy we were watching. I woke up at three in the morning and saw you were still here, so I just pulled the blankets over us and kinda went back to sleep," he said, ending with his own embarrassed chuckle.
"You could have woken me up if you wanted to," I told him, realizing milliseconds later that it probably sounded like I didn't want to be here at all. "I would've gone back to my room and let you sleep peacefully here if you wanted," I added, hoping that fixed my previous statement a bit.
"Well, it was three in the morning," he repeated, chuckling. "And you looked exhausted enough as it is. How was I supposed to wake you up when you looked like that?" he asked.
"Point taken," I nodded. He laughed, pulling me closer to place a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Come on, get up. You have to leave in a few hours," he reminded me. Grr, I didn't want to think about that just yet. He stood up off the bed and grabbed one of the coffees from the nightstand before going towards the dresser.
"I don't wanna," I whined, slowly getting up and grabbing the second cup of coffee. It was black, but I didn't care at the moment. "So, what time did you wake up?" I asked him curiously, taking a small sip of the rather bitter coffee. Blech!
He turned his head to the digital clock on the nightstand. I did, too. It's around 8:15 right now. "Eh, about a half hour ago, maybe forty-five minutes," he answered.
"Please tell me you brought milk or sugar or something for this," I jokingly begged as I neared him. Kendall chuckled.
"Don't worry, I did. The stuff here is terrible without it," he said, emphasizing the word terrible and chuckling a little. He then moved a coffee tray closer to me. You know, those ones you get at McDonald's or Starbucks that are made from the same stuff as egg cartons. Sure enough, one of the cup holder things held a bunch of creamers and sugars and pink Sweet N Low packets. Hallelujah.
"Hallelujah," I chimed, grabbing one of the mini creamers and instantly pouring it into the Styrofoam cup. Kendall laughed, fixing up his own coffee to his liking. "Did you eat while you were down there?" I asked him. He shook his head in response.
"No," he answered, turning his head to me. "I was actually kinda hoping we'd make up for that lunch date yesterday…?" he trailed off, letting a smile spread across his face.
I smiled back. "I'd love to," I said. "Let me just finish this up in here, and then I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes?" I suggested.
He pouted a little. "Why not now?" he asked, his tone slightly exaggerated, signaling he was kidding.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm in the same clothes I was in last night, my makeup is smudged, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet," I listed off, earning a small laugh from him.
"You look fine," he told me, bringing a hand up to my face. "In fact, the smudged eyeliner makes you even cuter," he joked, lightly rubbing what I supposed was my smudged, darkish makeup off my lower eyelid.
It was my turn to pout again. "I'm eighteen, I don't wanna look cute," I said, tossing some empty sugar packets back onto the coffee tray type thing.
"You'll always look cute to me," he retorted. Before I could respond, he leaned and kissed my lips for a few seconds before pulling away. I smiled a closed lip smile as we parted, while Kendall's thick eyebrows knitted together. Did I do something wrong? "Yeah, you probably should go back and brush your teeth," he said, smiling at the end.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my coffee. "I'm leaving," I informed him.
A laugh elicited from his throat. "I'm sorry," he chuckled, turning his head back to me.
"See ya," I called back, my own tone light and exaggerated like his earlier.
I got back to my room a short moment later, instantly going into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I realized that I indeed had smudged eye makeup and faded eyeshadow all on my lower eyelids. God, how on Earth did he find that cute? I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, changed, made myself presentable again, started packing a few minor things back up, and left the room as I sent a quick text to Kendall letting him know I was on my way.
I came downstairs and into the dining room, wearing a purple long sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, and those suede boat shoes you'd get at American Eagle. My makeup was light, and not wanting to shower, I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail. Kendall was in there, a beanie on his head in an attempt to hide from the busy crowd, carrying a plate of food to his table as he read a random section of the New York Times.
Since he never took notice of me, I found that this would the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him and surprise him, right? Right. I walked up to his table, his eyes still fixated on the newspaper in front of him, and stepped behind him. I placed my hands over his eyes and brought my face closer to his ear. "Guess who?" I asked him, my voice just barely above a whisper.
I could tell he was smiling now. "Steph, I thought I told you we can't do this anymore," he responded. Hey, he better not be cheating on me already! I instantly removed my hands, using one to punch his shoulder from behind.
"Jerk," I accused mockingly.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled, reaching behind to grab my hands and pull them around his neck so I was hugging him from behind.
"You know," I started. Kendall turned his head around to look at me, "for someone who doesn't like hearing people say sorry, you surely say it a lot," I told him as I removed my arms.
"Not a lot," he corrected as I moved to the chair across from him, "I only say it when it's necessary," he added.
"But you were joking around with it not two seconds ago," I reminded him.
"You thought I was cheating on you. Therefore, I apologized for making you think that," he playfully retorted back.
I nodded. "Uh-huh, sure," I said, pulling his plate to the middle of the small table. It had an untouched Belgian waffle on it straight from the wafflemaker, and a few pieces of fruit sat next to it. I grabbed a small piece of green melon – honeydew, was it? – and popped it in my mouth.
"Hey," he chuckled, pulling his plate back towards him.
I pulled it back to the middle. "Payback's a bitch," I informed him, taking a second piece. He just shook his head, his now dry blonde bangs swaying under the beanie with the sudden movement, and turned back to the article he was reading. Geez, even my grandfather was never that interested in newspapers. "What'cha reading?" I asked curiously.
"Check it out for yourself – main article in the entertainment section," he said, turning the newspaper a hundred-eighty degrees and shoving it closer to me. I took it as he took back his plate (meanie) and read the large printed headline.
A Big Time Crush for Big Time Rush, it read. Underneath showed a picture of Kendall and I walking on Park Avenue last night on our way back from the theater at New York University. Oh God.
"Oh boy," I muttered before starting to read the article.
"It doesn't say much," Kendall informed me. I ignored him and continued reading. "It just says that people have spotted us together, that we've been very quote, 'flirtatious and giggly,'" he stated. I looked up, seeing him use air quotes over the last few words. I laughed slightly and let him continue. "I didn't read the whole thing, but it doesn't seem like they solely mention you or anything. Your name's not in there, at least," he said. Alright, that's a bit of a relief, I guess.
I scanned over the article before putting on a slight frown, reading a few comments from onlookers in the third to last paragraph. "Think again," I said, passing him the paper. "Check the last couple paragraphs. Some people do have a couple things to say about us," I told him.
Kendall quickly took it and read the story aloud, but not loud enough for people surrounding us to hear. "Alrighty, it says, ''They seemed to be enjoying themselves last night when they were out eating,' one onlooker said. Another agreed. 'They make a cute couple,' she told us,'" he read.
I shook my head. "That's not what I meant," I said, about to lean forward to show him.
"I'm getting there, shush," he said in that mock stern voice he'd been using almost all weekend. And it still didn't get old. To me, at least. I smirked and sat back, listening to him continue reading. "'However, most people don't feel that way. Two bystanders, both women in their late twenties, suspects that the blonde is simply dating the Big Time Rush singer for her own fifteen minutes of fame, and that we could see her in the near future as the next Paris or Kim,' one said,'" he said, his face dropping slightly.
I nodded. "Yeah, that's it," I said awkwardly.
He shook his head and laughed half-heartedly. That can't be good. "You don't like that, then you're really not gonna like this," he informed me. I crinkled my eyebrows together in confusion, though he never acknowledged it, continuing to read. "'Who knows? It could just be for the sex, too,' her friend said,'" he finished.
I couldn't help it. I let out a snort of laughter at that last comment. I mean, yeah, it did hurt a little bit, but the idea that people actually thought that, and that that was the complete opposite of who I was, made me crack up. Kendall started laughing a little as well and sat the newspaper down, most likely laughing at me, but I would also guess at the article too. "That's so stupid," I got out a few seconds later.
"Yeah, all these tabloids are," he agreed, his laughter dying down and his face dropping again. Uh oh, not good. Laugh again, laugh again! "You're not upset about that?" he asked in a concerned tone.
Alright, that's not bad then. "Not really," I answered, shaking my head. "I mean, I'm not too crazy about being photographed and talked about like that, but I know that that shit isn't true, and most people won't believe it either," I gave my reasoning. He nodded in understanding. "When people do believe it is when I'll get upset over it," I finished.
"Admit it, you're only with me for the sex," he said with a smug grin.
"Damnit, how'd you find out?" I asked him, trying to hide my own smile.
"I know these things," he answered with the same facial expression. I shook my head at him and chuckled.
"You're mean, I'm leaving you," I said, now smiling my own smug-looking smile at him.
"Love ya too, babe," he called back as I made my way over to the food.
"Whatever," I called back, loud enough for most of the dining room to hear, but I didn't care. Kendall and I were having fun together, and I was starving, and I was trying to get Kendall to shut up so I would be able to go and get me some food.
I came back about a minute later with a bagel and some fruit, mostly so Kendall wouldn't get mad at me for stealing anymore of his. We just started dating, I did not want to get on his bad side this early in the relationship. Well, not yet, at least. I'm a horrible girlfriend, I know.
"I really don't wanna go," I complained a few hours later. It's a little past eleven o'clock, and I have to catch a train to Newark in a little bit. I was finishing up my packing, Kendall coming up here "to assist me" as he said, which ended up turning into him lounging on my bed while I piled things into my suitcase. If I;m a horrible girlfriend, then he's an even worse boyfriend.
The rest of the morning was fun. We ate and kid around most of the time downstairs. Kendall stole some food from my plate when I wasn't paying attention (Camille texted me, I couldn't ignore her), we attempted the Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper, failed that, continued joking around, and even went on Twitter on his phone. He even let me log into mine so I could follow him and the guys on the social networking site. And better yet, he followed me back. Ha, so now I don't just have a bus following me!
We separated after breakfast, him going to hang out with the guys since they finally woke up, and I going into my room to pack. Kendall had been in here for an hour, because that's how long it was taking me an hour. And I kept most of my stuff in the suitcase and put it back when I was done throughout my stay! Of course, being the amazing boyfriend he was, Kendall, offered to help me, which quickly turned into a How Many Times Can I Distract Jo Taylor game. And quite frankly, it was fun. He'd pull me in to kiss him a few times, he had pulled me down onto my bed so we could watch some Jim Carrey movie playing on ABC Family, and other similar things. Plus, I still had Camille texting me every so often, adding into the distractions.
"I don't want you to leave, either," Kendall said, his tone serious for the first time all morning, but quickly picked up a second later. "You know, the tour technically ended last night. I could always go back to Jersey with you and stay there until Gustavo needs us to record again," he suggested.
"What about your Regis and Kelly gig tomorrow," I questioned, going to sit next to him on the bed.
"The guys will do alright without me, James can always sing my parts," he argued, pulling me to lie down next to him. I obliged, seeing as I only had one or two more things to put away. I quickly nestled in his embrace, resting my head on his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm. It was weird to me how close we got within the last week or so, but honestly, it felt right to me. Every time I'm with him just makes me feel better, even when I'm in my bestest of best moods. And yes, 'bestest' is a word in my book. I feel safe around him, and cared for, and loved (or as loved as you could get for a new couple), and giggly, and even more sarcastic then general. And I'm very sarcastic to begin with. "Your hair smells really good," he thought aloud.
"Sure it does," I said, lightly giggling at the random outburst. "But what about those girls tomorrow that come to the show tomorrow holding 'I Heart Kendall' signs that have their phone numbers on them? They'll be disappointed when you don't show," I told him, not meeting his gaze. I was too comfortable to move my head. Hell, I could even fall asleep like this if I really wanted to.
I felt him shrug his shoulders. "They'll just have to deal with the fact that I'm dating someone else, and that I'd prefer to be with her," he answered. Aw.
"And then E! and Access Hollywood will peg you as the most selfish and obnoxious celebrity on the planet," I told him. Again, he shrugged his shoulders. Grr, would he stop doing that? I'm comfy laying like this.
"Stop, you're making it harder for me to want to go with you," he said. I could hear the evident pout in his voice, making me frown as well. Now I really did not want to leave.
"That's the point, buddy," I said, my hand patting his abdomen before I sat up. Or attempted to, really. When I pulled away from him, he pulled me back and held me down so I was lying on top of him, again. "Stop," I laughed lightly, his arm putting more pressure on my slender body so he was holding me tighter. "Stop," I repeated, trying to get up. "I need to finish packing," I tried, this time being able to sit up. Success!
"You've been packing all morning," he responded, his hand resting now at the small of my back as his thumb started stroking it softly. Really, did he have to start doing that?
"You've been distracting me all morning," I retorted, snatching my body away from his and moving towards my stuff resting at the foot of the bed.
"No I haven't, you're just easily distractible," Kendall said.
"You just admitted to distracting me," I said back.
"Okay, next topic," he announced, bringing his arms behind his head and laying back on my pillows. I laughed as I went back into the bathroom to grab the few toiletries I brought along. "I actually added a little more to that song we started last night," he told me.
"Yeah?" I questioned, coming out of the bathroom with my hair stuff in my hand. Not much, just the shampoo and conditioner I used daily, and a detangler spray I used a lot.
He nodded. "Yeah, not much, though. Just another line or two that could be added to the verse," he replied as I put my stuff back in my suitcase. He sat up a little. "Hold on, let me see that," he ordered, reaching to grab the conditioner and read the label. "Ah, so this is what your hair smells like," he said, turning the purple Herbal Essences bottle around so I could see it. Yeah, I think I know what I wash my hair with, thank you very much.
"Give that back," I chuckled, stealing the bottle back and putting it away. It was part of the Tousle Me Softly collection they had, so it had a lilac and pomegranate scent, or something like that. "Any idea on what the song's gonna be about?" I asked curiously.
"Not now," he said, giving a slight shrug. "If you were nicer to me, I'd write something about you, but you've been mean to me all morning, proving that I shouldn't," he added, smiling.
"Yeah, okay," I said sarcastically. "But speaking of song topics, you never told me what that one song was about last night," I told him, hoping this wasn't a sensitive topic for him. Well, it probably was, judging by last night, but I was still kind of curious to know.
Kendall sighed a little, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. Uh oh, maybe that was a bad idea to ask. "Honestly, it's not really about anything," he answered, not really looking at me. I took the opportunity to go back in the bathroom to grab the last few things I had in there, leaving the door wide open so I'd be able to hear him. "I wrote it around the time my dad came back into my family's life and when there was drama going on with that," I heard him say.
"Did he… like, walk out on you guys?" I asked, hesitating briefly.
"Might as well have," he answered as I stepped out. "The two of us were so close when I was younger. He got me into hockey when I was four and I met the other guys back then. He'd take me to high school matches at the rink, we'd talk about this one girl I had a crush on in second grade, he even taught me a couple of things about taking care of Katie when she was a baby," he said, smiling at everything he just said.
I couldn't help myself with the question asking. "What happened?" I asked concerned, zipping up my suitcase. Yes, finally done! He exhaled deeply, not turning away from the ceiling. Now I felt guilty for asking all this, and went to lie down next to him again. "Don't answer if you don't want to," I reassured him, resting my head on a propped up elbow.
"No, I want to tell you," he quickly responded, turning his head to look at me for the first time since we started talking about the divorce. One look at the sad expression in his eyes made me want to take back everything I said and just give a comforting hug. "It's just… kinda hard for me to talk about with anyone besides the guys," he said.
"Take your time," I said in a comforting tone. "You don't even have to tell me today, it's not so important that I need to know right now or anything," I added, putting slight emphasis on the 'right now' part.
He smiled slightly, turning his body so he was facing me, propping his elbow like me and resting his head on it. "No, you have the right to know, especially since we are dating and all now," he said as he straightened himself out on the bed. I smiled wide at that last part, feeling his free hand rest over mine gently. He looked down at the comforter as he started talking again. "My parents, they… they just started fighting a lot after Katie's first birthday. Mostly over little things, like the laundry or who was driving me to school or something, but they soon turned into late-night screaming matches over anything and everything," he started to explain. "It kept me up at night most of the time, and Katie would wake up and start crying, so I'd have to go in her room and quiet her down so my parents wouldn't notice and maybe work things out quicker," he continued. He smiled a little and looked up to meet my gaze then. "That's actually when I started singing, I guess. I started singing Katie to sleep around that time, and kind of grew to like it since then," he said.
"I bet all your fans are pretty happy about that," I said with a comforting smile. He smiled a sympathetic smile back, and looked down again for a second. Yeah, that wasn't too smart to say. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like the fighting was good-" I rushed, but was quickly cut off by a small laugh from Kendall.
"Don't worry, I knew what you meant," he said, his facial expression and tone reassuring. Okay, I didn't upset him too much, then. "But, I guess the fighting got to be too much for my dad and such, because he ended up sleeping with someone at his work a couple years later," he continued. I nodded sympathetically and maneuvered my hand so it was on top of his, stroking it softly with my thumb in a comforting gesture and silently urging him to continue. "My dad was apologetic, of course. He and the girl were drunk, he said it was a result of stress or something like that, and insisted it was a one-time only thing. They never got together or anything after that, but my parents still filed for divorce about a week or two later. And once it was final, I didn't hear from him again for another five or six years," he concluded.
"I'm sorry," I said, not knowing what else to say.
His mood picked up slightly. "Don't be," he insisted, shaking his head a little. "It's not your fault, and everything's resolved now, for the most part," he said. "I talk with him a lot, Katie flies back to Minnesota every other weekend to see him, or he'll even fly out to LA and surprise us on occasion. He and my mom have worked things out, too, so it's all good now," he explained.
"That's great. He sounds like he was a good dad, too," I told him, smiling.
"He is, you'd love him if you met him," he said, now fully smiling. Yay, no more solemn talk. "My mom even says I get my sarcasm from him," he added.
"I love him already," I announced. A laugh bubbled out of Kendall's lips and he pressed his lips to mine in a simple kiss, lasting only a few seconds.
"Fly out to LA during your spring break or summer vacation or something. You can meet him then. And my mom, too," he said happily.
I jokingly pondered the thought for a second. "I'll think about it," I said teasingly. It did sound fun, I'd love to meet his family from everything I heard. And I'd really love it if he met my family, too, but not this soon, obviously. Kendall smiled back.
"Seriously, my mom and sister would love you, my sister especially. She's just as witty as you are," he informed me.
I laughed a little at that. "So, what got you to write that song?" I asked curiously.
He shrugged his shoulders a little. Seriously, he's been doing that all morning, will he stop? "My dad wanted to get more involved in mine and Katie's lives a few years ago, and it sparked up some brutal fights between him and my mom," he started, his voice thankfully not as sad as before, that's good. "Our school talent show was later that month; James was already signed up to sing something he wrote, and he was already begging me to sign up as well, since I was already playing the guitar and writing a lot. So I figured I'd write something inspirational to lighten up everyone's moods a bit and perform it for everyone that night," he finished.
"That sounds really nice," I said. "I bet they loved it."
"They did, especially my dad," he chuckled. "He came up to me after the show and said something along the lines of 'Dude, who knew you had a set of pipes on you!'" he said, smiling.
"I don't know, that kind of sounds like he hated it," I said, my tone unsure, jokingly of course.
He smiled at my lame attempt at a joke. "Shut up and finish packing," he ordered, playfully shoving me off the bed.
"But I'm done," I told him, moving closer to him.
"I don't care, leave," he laughed.
"Alright, the train should be here in a few minutes," I informed Kendall a little over an hour later. He was standing and waiting with me, making sure I got home safely. I said goodbye to the guys and Stephanie just before I left, earning hugs from each, and threats from James and Carlos. They said that if I cheated on Kendall with some guido or whatever back in Jersey, they'd hunt me down and beat me up, even though I was a girl. Well then. Logan promised me he'd keep them down if that were to happen, and wished me luck with all of my classes. Now that was nice, why couldn't the other two be that way?
Right now, Kendall has his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder as we're looking around the hustle and bustle of the train station. There isn't much room for us to sit, so we stood off to the side and had our own little conversation and tried to work out ways to keep in touch. Skype was a definite, as well as phone calls and text messages, and we'd find a way to fly out and see each other sometime soon.
"Yeah, you should probably go," he said sadly, taking his other arm and pulling me closer to him in a hug. I hugged him back, my arms snaked around his torso as his held me tight around my shoulders. I felt him kiss the top of my head before speaking again. "Text me the second you reach Newark," he told me.
"We'll see," I said as I pulled away. A smile graced his features as he looked at me.
"I'm serious," he chuckled slightly.
"I will," I said with a nod, "and every other chance I get," I added before he told me. He had been saying that ever since we got here, that I needed to text him every half hour or something.
He smiled. "That's my girl," he said, earning a giggle out of me, as well as a shiver. The station was freezing, even with my jacket and gloves on. I hated it. "Why are you so cold?" Kendall asked, laughing slightly at my suffering.
"Because I'm a girl, girls freeze easily," I told him.
"It's not that cold in here," he said.
"You're a guy, guys don't freeze easily," I added. He chuckled and started taking off his own jacket. "What are you doing?" I asked, my tone amused, as he placed it over a nearby trashcan's lid. Yeah, that's sanitary.
"Take your jacket off for a sec," he answered as he unzipped his black hoodie.
"No, I'm cold enough as it is," I playfully protested.
His hoodie was unzipped and he started stripping it off. "Just do it," he ordered. I sighed exasperatedly and took it off, Kendall coming behind me and putting the hoodie on over my shoulders. "Here, take this," he said as I put my arms through the sleeves. It was very loose on me, and smelled just like Kendall – a mix of Axe cologne, whatever shampoo he used, and his overall natural scent. I smiled and wanted to melt into his touch and the sweatshirt. I instantly felt myself warm up, even with the fabric of the sweatshirt being so thin. I felt his arms wrap around me again from behind and pull him closer. "I gotta say, you look kinda sexy in this," he said in a husky tone.
I smirked. "'Kinda sexy?'" I asked him amusedly, almost as if I was expecting him to correct that statement.
I heard him scoff slightly. "Well, it's my hoodie, so I automatically look sexier in it," he said, somewhat aggressively pulling me closer to him and kissing my cheek. I giggled and turned my head to kiss his lips, pulling away a second or two later. "You're scratchy now," I informed him, referring to the slight stubble on his face as I gave him a slight pout. How sad was it that I didn't notice that all morning up until now?
"Your point?" he questioned, a smirk evident on his face as well.
"It hurts to kiss you now," I said.
"Whatever, I'm not shaving anytime soon," he said, going to kiss my cheek again. He purposely stayed there for a few more seconds, obviously knowing I hated it. Damn him.
"Stop," I giggled, playfully swatting him away.
"Make me," he said, pulling away and turning me around.
"I will, I have to go, anyway," I said once I was facing him. His beanie was still on his head, and he was only in a white Taking Back Sunday shirt. He also had on a bunch of bracelets on his wrists, including the green and pink bracelet I gave him last week. He told me earlier in the week that he hadn't taken it off ever since.
We kissed again, but I didn't protest about the beginnings of his beard. I knew we wouldn't be doing this again for quite a while, and wanted to savor the moment as much as possible. We now stood in the same position as the first kiss we shared last night in the dressing room – his arms around my waist, my hands resting on his arms. No tongue, since we were very much in public right now, but it was still soft and passionate. My body reacted the same way to him as usual lately, my heart beating rapidly and my stomach doing somersaults.
I pulled away sadly when I heard the train pull up and an announcement came on over the sound system. "I'll text you when I'm in Newark," I reassured him.
"I'll be waiting," he said, pecking my lips one last time. I giggled softly, grabbing my stuff as he gave me my jacket back, and I left to catch the train.
Is it okay? I really hope it is. The last chapter was a little too fluffy, so i figured I'd add in a serious moment in there. Plus, you know a little more about Kendall, and there's still some romantic fluffy moments in there for those who are into that stuff. Plus, has anyone else noticed the picture Kendall tweeted, like, a month ago of him when he didn't shave for two weeks? I had to put something like that in here! He looks hotter with facial hair :D Yeah, anyways enough of that. Review!
PEACE!
-Megs